Mary Jo Chandler was single like me; a true professional. She always dressed to the nines, and her make-up was always perfect, and not a hair was out ...f place. Plus, she had a very nice figure, like she spent a lot of time at the gym, although she had never said anything that would suggest that she did.The other girls in the office and I were completely envious about her wardrobe, too. She dressed in a way that was sexy without being overly revealing, or looking slutty. But when a fellow would. The stranger didn't need any help hitting the right spot. Every lick, bite, and sucking was done in the right way. It's like this stranger knew her vagina inside and out. Finally finding the strength to speak and not wanting to ruin anybody's relationship over a mistake, she tried to speak, but before she could get a single word out a light from a car passing by came through the bedroom window illuminating the room. For a moment she only registered someone with black hair, then it hit her.. .. hard, until she grunted with visible relief. Only then, at least ten minutes later, did she agree that every last potential grain of dust, dirt and wood pulp had been scoured away from her back. Now, to deal with her butt cheeks.To do the job even semi-properly, I needed to get down upon my knees behind her and gently spread out her cheeks, and I began to become aroused nearly at once. Now admiring a view that only her spouse had enjoyed, I soaped and scrubbed away on her taut bare ass. Her. I went about an inch or so higher with each stroke. I was VERY turned on and could hear my heart beating in my ears. She kept her eyes closed but was breathing hard out of her nostrils. She seemed to almost be quivering. I slid my hand around the front of her so my hand was sliding between her legs now. I kept the up and down motion going.Finally I felt my index finger brush against her panties at the top of my hand motion. I went back down and brushed harder against her panties. She moaned.